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Chapter 22 – Jason
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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.
Copyright 2004
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"Hi there, could you use some company," said a voice behind me. When I looked back I saw Jason's handsome head peering over the fence that separated his pool from mine. He must have been standing on something. The fence was taller than he was.
I was only wearing my bikini bottoms but I didn't cover my boobs.
"Sure, come on over," I said. I'd left the beach a half hour ago deciding that I need some peace and quiet away from kids, mothers, and nannies. I had a date that night with Gordon Hightower, the resort's assistant manager. He and I were dining together at 10:30 after which he would take me to his living quarters where like the night before he would whip me senseless then fuck me. His fellow sadist, Vivian Caldwell, the resort's food and beverage manager would join us for what I hoped to be an extremely painful session. Vivian had a knack for tit torture and she had promised to bring some implements that would make me beg for mercy. I was looking forward to groveling before Vivian pleading for her to stop.
But since I had no plans until 10:30 and it was barely 2:30, I had sufficient time for a vanilla fuck and Jason Masterson seemed just the man to do it. It wasn't my first fuck of the day. Karen and I had banged our tennis instructors after our 11:00 lesson. We'd gone about it in a way that made it tawdry and demeaning enough to qualify as interesting.
"I need to be fucked," I said when Karen came by to collect me that morning.
"We could come back here after the lesson and do the double dildo boogie," offered Karen.
"You're sweet but I need to exchange body fluids. I want the kind of sex where the man has absolutely no respect for you afterwards," I said before taking Karen in my arms for a passionate kiss.
"The kind where he treats you like a piece of meat, a stupid dirty whore. He thinks he's done you a favor by allowing you to swallow his pecker snot. Sounds delightful. What do you have in mind?" said Karen.
"Boris and Keith will meet our needs," I said.
"Our tennis instructors?"
"Yes, and as good a pair of male chauvinist pigs as we are likely to find on Nevis. Let's screw Boris and Keith after our lesson. We'll find an excuse to go to their office and they can do us there," I said.
"That place is a cubbyhole," said Karen.
"There's room enough for the two of us to lie down. That's all the space we need," I said.
The Nevis sun was hot and the instructors worked us hard for a solid hour. Karen and I were dripping sweat when the lesson ended.
"We'd like to speak with you two after the lesson. We have something we need to discuss in private," I announced as the lesson was ending.
"Certainly, we can go to our office," said Boris. Boris was the brighter of the two and probably had it figured we were up to no good. Keith made up for his lack of brains with a killer physique. I hoped that the large bulge in his white tennis shorts wasn't his socks.
Karen was right their office was minimal. There was room for a half size desk and a small couch. The air conditioning was barely keeping up with demand when the four of us crowded inside.
"So what can we do for you?" said Keith once we were crowded into the room. Karen and I were seated in two desk chairs in front of them. Boris was standing behind Keith.
"I'm having trouble finding a pair of tennis panty that fit. These are two loose in the crotch. See," I said as I hooked my legs over the chair arms, lifted the short skirt and pulled the crotch aside to expose a very sweaty and wet pussy.
"Mine don't fit right in the butt," said Karen taking her cue from me as she stood up and bent over then pulled her panty down to her knees. She reached back and pulled her buttocks apart to expose her asshole.
Young good-looking tennis instructors get more than their share of pussy or so I've been told. They don't have to work at it either. Most guests stay a week maybe two. At a place like the Four Seasons Resort there is an ever-changing supply of horny wealthy females ranging from the very young (Gordon told me that the instructors had strict orders upon pain of dismissal not to fuck anyone younger than fourteen.) to the ancient doyenne who could barely hold a racket in their diamond-laden fingers. Gordon mentioned that if a seventy year old is expecting one of the instructors to fuck her like she was an SI model then a token of appreciation is expected. US currency preferred.
This was my third lesson with Boris and I'd learned he had a healthy contempt for the female sex. Who wouldn't he since needy women dying for a fuck and shamelessly offering themselves constantly besieged him? Karen and I had just shameless offered them our cunt.
"We can help you with your problem," said Boris stepping past us to lock the door. Karen reached for Boris's cock as he stepped back. He unsnapped his shorts and Karen grabbed the waistband of his athletic supporter. An impressive column of manhood fell forward and Karen took it in one hand while she flicked her tongue across the head.
"Get naked," ordered Keith in a voice that implied we could take our clothes off or he would rip them off, definitely my kind of man.
Off went my tennis bra and skirt followed by my panty. Boris reached down and grabbed first my panty then Karen's. Then he surprised me by sitting back down at the desk opening a drawer and removing a felt tip pen. He stretched my panty tight across the blotter and wrote, "Boris Samsonov and Keith Tyler fucked me, Rozz Donaldson," along with today's date in the gusset. He did an excellent job of legibly writing all that on the material.
"Here, sign," said Boris handing me the pen and panty.
I signed Ms. R. Donaldson. He repeated the act for Karen making her sign then stepped over to a filing cabinet, opened it and removed two empty Ziploc bags. He carefully folded both panty and slipped them inside the bags and sealed them. I was curious enough to glance over into the filing cabinet to see that the entire drawer was packed with similar bags.
It was a strange hobby to say the least. But who's to say what right or wrong. There's a nurse in Kuwait that's got a collection of prophylactics that contain the semen of everyman she's ever slept with since her tour started. She used a ballpoint to write the specifics of the fuck on the condom. She stores them in a cooler at the morgue where she works.
"Kneel down," said Keith in that baritone voice that was making my pussy wet just by listening.
Karen and I kneeled before them like a pair of penitents while they stripped down. The AC was not keeping up with the demand and the room temperature was soaring. Sweat was running down my back.
"Suck me, cunt," said Keith placing his pecker at my lips.
I didn't need further invitation so I applied myself to the task at hand. It was a hot smelly dick already dripping sweat. Karen was working on Boris's cock. The tiny room filled with the slurping sounds of two whores giving blowjobs.
"Choke on it," ordered Keith taking hold of my head and ramming his peter down my throat.
And choke on it I did. He'd caught me by surprise and I gagged when he blocked my throat. He held me there pumping my throat.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked when he finally released me. I gasped for breath as drool poured out of my mouth. I glanced over to see Karen's eyes bulging as Boris savaged her gullet.
"Tell me you liked it," ordered Boris as he decided not to cock smother Karen and released her.
"It was great," said Karen her face covered with sweat and saliva.
This is off to an excellent start I told myself as Keith returned to skull fucking me. His hands were crushing the sides of my head as he held me still and slammed his cock down my throat showing absolutely no concern for my welfare. I despise men who worry about their female partner's pleasure or pain. Sensitive caring men are good for many things but fucking is not one of them.
"Rozz, tell me how much you want to rim me," said Keith.
"Please Keith, I need to suck your butt," I whined. Pleading and begging to perform an absolutely despicable act is such a turn on. I added, "Please let me suck your shithole."
"You too, bitch," said Boris turning around and leaning over the desk and spreading his legs.
Keith followed suit. There was a sight that would wet the pussy of Mother Theresa. Two incredible male bodies glistening with sweat leaning over that tiny desk reaching back with both hands to expose their brown eyes. It was a cunt-watering spectacle.
I pushed my face between Keith's cheeks and passed my tongue over his sphincter. Men love having their peter jerked while you rim them. Keith's butthole relaxed and my tongue found its way inside where the good stuff was. I firmly believe there is no point in eating ass unless there is shit for flavoring. French fries need ketchup and a butthole needs crap to make it taste right.
"Open up girls and inhale," said Boris right before they both farted. An Indian as in Hindu Indian couple taught me the pleasure of breathing farts. Farting is a bigger deal in the sub-continent. There are wind-breaking contests that attract thousands. It's tricky to inhale just as the fart rushes out. You want to take it all the way down to your lungs and hold it like it was a toke of good weed. Keith and Boris were practiced in the art of the slow release and I managed an eight count inhale, hold, and exhale. That's hard to match even for an everyday fart breather.
We worked their butthole and jerked them. Boris had managed a wet one and Karen had a cute little brown ring around her lips.
"On the desk," ordered Keith.
Karen and I were placed at opposite ends of the desk. Our heads were side by side. That was nice. We kissed while they fucked us. They switched a number of times before they dumped their loads.
"69 you two," ordered Boris as the two dismounted.
Boris and Keith sat on the couch as I climbed on top of Karen. Eating a fresh creampie out of a pussy that just spent an hour running all over a tennis court is a wonderful experience. Sweat, semen and saliva, the three S's are all mixed together in a warm flavorful pussy soup. I used my tongue to spoon out all I could as I finger fucked Karen's rectum. Her butthole was ripe too with a tantalizing aroma and flavor.
The AC was totally overwhelmed and the room was a sauna. Breathe the air and you were inhaling molecules of bodily fluids. I glanced over to see that Boris and Keith were sitting on the couch jerking each other's cock. Why is it that bisexual men are the best fucks? All of a sudden Boris leaned over to Keith and took his cock in his mouth. I love to watch men engage in homosexual acts. Many women admire leathermen and their ilk. At the Hellfire Club there's always a collection of femmes lining the walls watching the men. I get short of breath when I recall seeing one of those body builders in his leathers shoving his muscular forearm in the ass of a guy in a sling. The guy in the sling is whining and begging but not speaking the safe word that would cause his buddy to pull out.
Karen and I did out lesbo thing while Boris and Keith did their gay thing for a while.
"Hang your asses over the edge of the desk," said Keith when they were ready to screw us again.
They had a tube of K-Y they used to lubricate our assholes. They stretched us out with their fingers then forced their cocks into our shit chutes. Once again they switched off after a while.
"You want to swallow my cum, bitch," asked Keith.
"Yes, shoot that peter juice in my mouth," I replied.
Karen and I sucked on their shit stained cocks until they ejaculated. Karen and I kissed swapping semen as we jerked each other's clit. We got each other off pretty quick.
"See you tomorrow,' said Keith tossing me my clothes and throwing us out like the two used whores we were.
"Not even a thank you or I enjoyed fucking you," said Karen as we were walking back panty less to the villas.
"I know. It was delicious," I said.
I hadn't showered when I got back to the villa. I just slipped on my bathing suit and went to lunch. I was in the mood to let all those juices dry on my skin. I only stayed a few minutes at the beach when I decided I needed some solitude. So that had been my day when Jason dropped over to see me.
"I have a favor to ask," said Jason pulling up a patio chair beside my chaise. He was dressed like he had just come from the golf course.
"Always willing to help when I can," I said.
"I want to host a poker party for the guys I've been playing golf with and I was wondering if I could do it at your villa tomorrow night. I'd pay for the food and drinks of course. I'd do it at my place but where would all the Masterson clan hang out while it goes on. The main resort has some rooms available but they aren't suitable if the guys get a little wild."
"Sure, you can use my place. How many?"
"Ten including me. Several of them are major customers of my company and I need to do something to entertain them."
"Want me to stay and bar tend?" I asked.
"You don't have to do that. You can spend the night at our place," said Jason.
"You'll need somebody to make drinks and pass the food around. I like being useful," I said.
"The guys might get a little aggressive with someone as attractive as you around. You're a recent widow and I would not want you to be embarrassed or offended," said Jason.
"You're such a bull shitter Jason Masterson. You're fully aware that I am a slut who's fucked all the Masterson's except you and Nat," I said.
"I don't know what to say," said Jason taken back by my outburst.
"Nothing to say. I'll be more than happy for you to use my place. I'll be the bartender and eye candy," I said.
"Thank you," said Jason.
"I only ask one thing in return," I said.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Eat my pussy then fuck me," I said pulling down my bikini bottoms.
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